BPOV:

Emmett's been on the couch for bout two weeks. And I know that if he's not getting it from me he's getting it from some else and at this point didn't care. I don't get it. Why does he need to stick his dick up every legal woman at the fucking office? And the worst part is that I stay with him. When I think about leaving I get sick. When I woke this morning I smelt burning. What the fuck is going on down there. I run down stairs to see Emmett burning scrambled eggs and pancakes. And the biggest mess I've ever seen in my life.

"What the fuck did you do to my fucking kitchen Emmett?" I yelled. He looked like he just got caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

"Breakfast"

"This is why you don't cook."

He looked like someone just stepped on his puppy. That should be the look on my face. I was so fucking tired of being broken hearted. He mumbled something about being nice before I went upstairs yelling for him to clean up the kitchen.

I was tired of being the one hurting. Him and that bottle blonde slut that goes by the name of Tanya. I've seen her before. I can see why Emmett hired her. Fake boobs, big ass, thin waist, tall. And also has no brain. She messes up everything in the files because she's stupid. She takes the term dumb blonde to next level and then some. Fucking bitch smirks at me every time I walk in the office because she's fucking my husband. I can't wait till that bitch gets what's coming for her. And as for Emmett I was tired. I didn't stay with him because of Scar but because I loved him.

"Bella open the door." Em's voice knocks me out my thoughts of his cheating ass.

"What do you want Emmett."

"Do I really need a reason to come into my on bedroom?"

"At this point in time yes." I quipped back.

"Fine. Can we just talk?"

"You got 10min. Come in."

He walks in shirtless of course. I can't help but stare. I mean it has been to weeks. I mean for me at least. Don't judge me. You can only assume the worst with him. I mean I don't want to but what other choice has he given me. The monthly whore. The daily secretary. I mean it's ridiculous. What more can I do? I tried everything. But nothing works.

"Look I know you're mad. You have every right to be. I know you've heard 'I'm sorry'…"

"See, that's what I mean. I'm tired of hearing I'm sorry from you. Why am I not enough for you? I've tried EVERYTHING. I worked out more after Scar. I wore sexy clothes. But you still do the same thing over and over. And I forgive you over and over. I mean what more do I have to do for you to stop putting your dick in everything with long legs, fake boobs and a pussy. What the fuck am I? God I know the wedding vows said for better or for worse. But this beyond worse. You know? This probably the fucking end. I can't have Scar around this…"

"NO! You're not fucking leaving me."

"What other choice have you given me? I mean fucking chance after chance. I can't keep putting myself through this shit you put me through. It's not fair to me and most importantly, I can't have our daughter in this unhealthy environment. Why do I fucking try?"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean."

"It means why do I stay with you. Oh wait it's because I LOVE YOU. But you don't love me enough to stop FUCKING CHEATING."

"You KNOW that's not true at all."

"HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KOW, WHEN ALL YOU DO IS STICK YOUR DICK UP TANYA'S ASS EVERY FUCKING DAY"

I finally broke down. I was tired of this argument. It never fucking fails to make me break down when I want so badly to be strong. I feel his arms wrap around me as we lay down in the bed. I knew this was the point where we start over. I hope this time is better. And I have a feeling it will be.